No. 29 Teclado

	  (C) I was born and raised here,  
This town's my town 
(G) Everybody knows my (C) name 
But (C) ever since the glass plant  
Closed down things round 
(G) Here ain't ever been the (C) same 
Well (F) I got me a good job 
Alright, some nights 
(C) Take me to a (G) nother (C) time (walk down bass) 
(G) Back when I was number twenty (C) nine 
 
I was pretty good then 
Don't you know, watch him go 
Buddy I could really fly 
Everyone in town came 
Hip flasks, horn blasts 
Any autumn Friday night 
Sally yelled her heart out 
Push em back, way back 
I was hers and she was mine 
Back when I was number 29 
 
We were playing Smithville  
Big boys, farm boys 
Second down and four to go 
Bubba brought the play in 
Good call, my ball 
Now they're gonna see a show 
But Bubba let his man go 
I cut back, heard it crack 
It still hurts me but I don't mind 
Reminds me I was number 29 
 
Now I go to the ballgames,  
Cold nights, half pints 
Friday nights I'm always here 
We got a pretty good team 
Good boys, strong boys 
District champs the last 3 years 
Got a little tailback 
Pretty slick, real quick 
I take him for a steak sometimes 
Nowadays he's number 29 
 
(F) I don't follow rainbows 
Big dreams, brass rings 
(C) I've already (G) captured (C) mine (walk down bass) 
(G) Back when I was number 2(C)9